He never knew life could be this way, but truly if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He cared about nothing, not even himself until her. Before her, he was empty/ Before her he knew nothing of joy or completion, and this is his journey to his life After her.

"You're so lame." Alexander comments as he walks into the kitchen. "Shut up, I don't care." I scoff as I continue to make myself a sandwich. "You know, maybe guys will notice you more once you stop wearing your father's clothes." He teases and at that moment, I turn around to face him and give him a fuming glare. "Leave me alone." I hiss through gritted teeth before storming out of the kitchen, leaving behind my sandwich. ✕❤︎✕❤︎✕❤︎ A 16 year old girl named Courtney is not your average teenager. She buys her clothes from the men's section and only has two friends. But not for long. Her mother gets proposed by a wealthy man and she is forced to live with the school's biggest player. Unfortunately for her, he doesn't know how to mind his own business...unless he's with a girl. 1 girl, 1 boy, 1 marriage, 1 confusing relationship. ✕❤︎✕❤︎✕❤︎ ©2015, Kim Herz

♡♡#182 In Werewolf as of 6/19/2016 ( What some readers are saying about Avery.... "I can already tell this is going to be a great book" @myathesmart "Ooh, love the mystery." @Yoojin_Kim "Definitely interesting." @Young006 "HOLY SH*T!! KAYDEN/ADEN IS HAWT!! LOVE YOUR TASTE LADY AUTHOR!!!" "BEST. STORY. EVERR!!! Gotta hand it to you, If I were a judge in the werewolf section, I'd put ya 1st" @AleckIsALlama "It gets more interesting by the chapter."@Xapri714 The lost of my father caused an empathic power to unlock within me. I thought I was going crazy from not only the death of my father but also the over load of emotions and spent two years in a mental health hospital. I could feel everything, from everyone in the hospital. Add my own emotions on top of that it became a disaster. It wasn't a good time. I learned to block out others but in the process I locked out my own emotions. I became this cold thing. I thought it was perfect. Never needing to feel a thing. Well emotionally anyways. And being crazy didn't seem so bad. A crazy cold thing. I could live with that. Then my Uncle came and got custody of me. I learned a few thing in those first weeks with him. I'm not crazy. I'm an empath. I have more family than I knew of. I have two life mates. I'm possibly an empath able to form a bond to a wolf in the rage. I'm also the first of my kind. And here I thought I was the crazy one.

"It's not stalking when you love someone. And it's not kidnapping when you've taken what's rightfully yours." --------------------------------------------------- *multiple povs will be in this story* *warning: mature language and contents throughout story IN THE PROCESS OF EDITING****

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!

'Pain isn't remotely kind in that way. Pain wants its promised pound of flesh, ounce for ounce. It won't settle until you're left with nothing but a flaky shell of who you were. The burn of betrayal and the sting of rejection hurt, but nothing compares to the pain of being empty. Nothing hurts worse than not hurting at all and it makes no sense and perfect sense at the same time and I'm convinced I'm going crazy and I'm actually okay with that.'